You know what has been shattering my glass for years now? ("A lot, apparently!" you may say)
For years we're brought up to believe that Love is some magical aura around us all. It creates passion, compassion, caring, desire, war, and a long list of other things. Yet, for years I've seen people dumb it down, kick it aside, and treat it as just any other emotion.
"I luv u" No punctuation. And, two out of the three words aren't even complete words. "ILY" is a new one I've seen, and the only reply to that I have is "WTF?"!
When I was raised, my Mom always taught me "Don't say it, unless you mean it. It's a powerful word to throw around.", and that was an understatement. As I grew up, I learned more and more of it's power. Men used that word to get themselves laid. Christians used that word to describe how they felt about Jesus. I then started hearing people use it without blinking an eye to describe a friends outfit. "I LOVE that on you." (and 9 times out of 10, if it's two chicks, the over emphasis means you look like a complete Schmoo in it)
People were using it to describe a movie they saw, a food they ate, and a song they heard.
Now, don't get me wrong, I believe you can love music. I get a warm and fuzzy feeling each time I listen to Sinatra. I feel calm, relaxed, and full of happiness. But, when you tell someone "I was working out in the gym yesterday, and Mickey Avalon's 'Fucking Them All' came on my iPod." and the person replies "I love that song!", it really makes you question that person's understanding of music.
But, what really pisses me off is the abbreviation of the word between people you love. Say, for instance, you're talking to your wife as she's leaving work via text message, and you write to her "I luv u". She then heads home, and some jerk off diesel driver plows her car over, and she's dead. The last thing you wrote to her was an abbreviation of love. You didn't take the time to write out the whole thing. You took a shortcut. That, to me, shows how much you care. If you truly love someone, there are no shortcuts. You take the time out of your day, your week, and your life for them. To show them you enjoy having them so much, that you don't shorten this feeling. You don't dumb it down. You take it seriously, and you do so with conviction.
"I luv u", is something that a 14 year old girl writes her boyfriend of 2 weeks. Leave it to the idiotic teenagers. If you're an adult, treat love as such. We as a people need to take love back into our lives. Mend it's wounds that we have inflicted upon it, and raise it up to the pedestal it should be on. Because when you dumb down the spelling of something, you're taking the respect, honor, and dignity away from the phrase itself.
I have been in love twice in my life. Once, to the point of saying "Words cannot describe the feeling I have for you, but the closest words I can find, is 'I love you.". With that level of caring, feeling, desire, and passion...you want to convey it to the person with as much weight as possible.
We have become lazy in our language. In our ways in general. We take many shortcuts on things that we should take our time in doing. Expressing our feelings to one another is something that should take some time out of your day. Set aside 5 minutes for the ones you love to write them something, in long hand, to express yourself intimately. 5 minutes is a long time in terms of writing. You can get a lot of words and feelings into 5 minutes. Yet, it is such a short amount of time in the spectrum of life. If you do this, I promise you, that you will make the person on the receiving end feel so loved, and so happy, that you yourself will have nothing to do but smile.
Thomas Carlyle wrote: "A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.", and to me, it is the effort, the willpower, the energy, and the intelligence that we put into that love that makes it visible to the people we do love.
Bottom line...stop being a fucking idiot, and if you love someone, don't take a lazy ass shortcut to tell them so. Be it friend, husband, family member or your mailman. If you love someone, prove it.
With all my like,
Johnny
P.S. I loooooooove me some scotch!!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Rocky Balboa wasn't Mexican....and Black Porn can't be made with Asians...
Can you hear that?....listen closely...it's the sounds of the gloves coming off! It's time for some bare Knuckles!!
I just read something that blew my skirt up. Turned me into a Mary, and I screamed like a bitch. (no feminists, not like a female, like a pansy assed man) I'm talking
about...
THIS!!
AHHHH!!!! A chick sued the Lord of the Rings STUDIOS for RACISM!!
Okay, as a former actor, I take A LOT of beef with this! There is just so much wrong with that. I was turned down so many times for my weight, my height, my hair, my eyes, my teeth, my skin color, my....my....MYYYY!!!....because....*drum roll* I WASN'T RIGHT FOR THE FUCKING PART!!!
Look, Harry Potter wasn't Filipino. He was a white British kid, that lived in the space under some stairs. Rocky was Italian-American. White Guy, meat-headish, boxer type. We can't recast him with Oscar De La Hoya, BECAUSE HE'S NOT ITALIAN!!!
You get what I'm selling here folks? People are "sue happy" and, because the judicial system puts up with that bullshit, the studios, the producers, and directors are afraid to be sexist, racist, or whatever....
Look, I'm 5'10" tall. My acting career went in the toilet...so, say I decided to go to porn. I read in the Valley's rag-mags...."Seeking well hung black man, over 6 feet, to slang some thang!!". Then, I show up at the audition, and lose out to....YOU GUESSED IT!!! a mandingo black man that would wrap his cock around my throat and strangle me with it if he wanted!! Because, HE WAS RIGHT FOR THE PART!!! If you picked up a porno that said "THICK BLACK COCK!!" on the front, and you watched it, and it was the Asian dude from the Hangover in it...with a regular sized weenie...you'd want your money back!
Apparently this broad didn't read the books. She wants to be a light skinned fairy elf, with blonde hair. Yet, when she gets to the audition, and the CD tells her...."Ummm....you're not a light skinned fairy elf. You're actually....Indian looking.", she decides it time to call a lawyer.
Get fucked!! I didn't audition for Harry Potter, because I'm a 30 something, tall, a little chubby, Dego!!
Grow some fucking balls Warner Bros.!! You to Peter Jackson!! I would never walk into a hospital and say "I want to apply for the Brain Surgeon job!" and then sue them when they said..."Well, sir, you're actually not a brain surgeon, and to be honest, you're not actually that bright."
Okay, maybe I'd sue them for calling me dumb....but, the other part is correct.
This world is going to hell in a hand basket! I only had books, movies, porn and music to lull me into my pre-apocalypse coma...now...it seems...I need to prepare for horrible music (thanks Justin Bieber), Kindles, and a small pricked porn star.
I know this doesn't flow as well as some of my blogs, but it was more of a spur-of-the-moment rant, rather than a blog.
Know your role folks.
Hasta luego,
Johnny
I just read something that blew my skirt up. Turned me into a Mary, and I screamed like a bitch. (no feminists, not like a female, like a pansy assed man) I'm talking
about...
THIS!!
AHHHH!!!! A chick sued the Lord of the Rings STUDIOS for RACISM!!
Okay, as a former actor, I take A LOT of beef with this! There is just so much wrong with that. I was turned down so many times for my weight, my height, my hair, my eyes, my teeth, my skin color, my....my....MYYYY!!!....because....*drum roll* I WASN'T RIGHT FOR THE FUCKING PART!!!
Look, Harry Potter wasn't Filipino. He was a white British kid, that lived in the space under some stairs. Rocky was Italian-American. White Guy, meat-headish, boxer type. We can't recast him with Oscar De La Hoya, BECAUSE HE'S NOT ITALIAN!!!
You get what I'm selling here folks? People are "sue happy" and, because the judicial system puts up with that bullshit, the studios, the producers, and directors are afraid to be sexist, racist, or whatever....
Look, I'm 5'10" tall. My acting career went in the toilet...so, say I decided to go to porn. I read in the Valley's rag-mags...."Seeking well hung black man, over 6 feet, to slang some thang!!". Then, I show up at the audition, and lose out to....YOU GUESSED IT!!! a mandingo black man that would wrap his cock around my throat and strangle me with it if he wanted!! Because, HE WAS RIGHT FOR THE PART!!! If you picked up a porno that said "THICK BLACK COCK!!" on the front, and you watched it, and it was the Asian dude from the Hangover in it...with a regular sized weenie...you'd want your money back!
Apparently this broad didn't read the books. She wants to be a light skinned fairy elf, with blonde hair. Yet, when she gets to the audition, and the CD tells her...."Ummm....you're not a light skinned fairy elf. You're actually....Indian looking.", she decides it time to call a lawyer.
Get fucked!! I didn't audition for Harry Potter, because I'm a 30 something, tall, a little chubby, Dego!!
Grow some fucking balls Warner Bros.!! You to Peter Jackson!! I would never walk into a hospital and say "I want to apply for the Brain Surgeon job!" and then sue them when they said..."Well, sir, you're actually not a brain surgeon, and to be honest, you're not actually that bright."
Okay, maybe I'd sue them for calling me dumb....but, the other part is correct.
This world is going to hell in a hand basket! I only had books, movies, porn and music to lull me into my pre-apocalypse coma...now...it seems...I need to prepare for horrible music (thanks Justin Bieber), Kindles, and a small pricked porn star.
I know this doesn't flow as well as some of my blogs, but it was more of a spur-of-the-moment rant, rather than a blog.
Know your role folks.
Hasta luego,
Johnny
Saturday, November 20, 2010
You're your own pussy...
No, morons, I'm not talking about fucking your fist. I'm talking about being "Your own worst enemy."
Let me explain.
I get this a lot: "Wow, you've got a positive approach to nearly everything. You have a lot of bad shit going on in your life, yet you always seem to be happy. Is it a front?" No. Idiot. It's not. I'll tell you how I do it.
I go about life knowing that most people are stupid. Individuals can be intelligent, as I've stated, but as a whole the world is a negative, and horrible place. The news, never reports happiness, or "Everything was fine today in Burbank, California. Nothing happened, and everyone seems well fed and content with life." No, it's always about gunshots, death, murder, kidnapping, and such.
Commercials for Vegas never say "We have a great economy, and our water supply is not tainted with any chemicals. Life is good." No, it claims, "Come here, our hookers don't have STD's, infidelity is encouraged, and you can create a few new addictions with drugs, and gambling being rampant."
So, with so much negativity surrounding us at all points in society, compiled with your own demons, how is it possible to fight a war that will never be won.
Simple. You are your own vessel of happiness.
Jersey Shore is a television show full of uneducated morons, that have fame and (now) money. You can say "I wish I had that money/fame/attention." Or, you can do as I do, and paint a clown face on each of them and see it as a comedy.
People see all around them that Text Speak is dominating the way people write. Even if it's NOT 140 characters or less. I see it as, "This gives me the opportunity to prove that I'm more intelligent than Mr. I hv HEART 4U BAYBE!!" And, I laugh.
If you are looking at the world and thinking "Where is the happiness? I want to be happy!" You're looking to the WORLD to make you happy. It's not up to the world to create your happiness. No more than looking to a lottery ticket to make you "A Success". Creation is from within. You create happiness. You create fun. You create drive, ambition, passion, excitement....
If you can't find these things within, then how do you expect to recognize them, without?
Look, I get the whole "The world is a monster." thing. But, don't be a pussy. If you want to be strong, happy, or what-the-fuck-ever....grow a pair of bristly haired, bloody veined, heavy weighing balls, and stop being a puss. Otherwise, you will be perpetually in a cycle of "Oh, woe is me!"
Be the change you want to see.
Bitches.
Your guru in disguise,
Knuckles
I don't think I'm ever going to reach that perfect level of drunk....does that count as a pussy-assed complaint?
Let me explain.
I get this a lot: "Wow, you've got a positive approach to nearly everything. You have a lot of bad shit going on in your life, yet you always seem to be happy. Is it a front?" No. Idiot. It's not. I'll tell you how I do it.
I go about life knowing that most people are stupid. Individuals can be intelligent, as I've stated, but as a whole the world is a negative, and horrible place. The news, never reports happiness, or "Everything was fine today in Burbank, California. Nothing happened, and everyone seems well fed and content with life." No, it's always about gunshots, death, murder, kidnapping, and such.
Commercials for Vegas never say "We have a great economy, and our water supply is not tainted with any chemicals. Life is good." No, it claims, "Come here, our hookers don't have STD's, infidelity is encouraged, and you can create a few new addictions with drugs, and gambling being rampant."
So, with so much negativity surrounding us at all points in society, compiled with your own demons, how is it possible to fight a war that will never be won.
Simple. You are your own vessel of happiness.
Jersey Shore is a television show full of uneducated morons, that have fame and (now) money. You can say "I wish I had that money/fame/attention." Or, you can do as I do, and paint a clown face on each of them and see it as a comedy.
People see all around them that Text Speak is dominating the way people write. Even if it's NOT 140 characters or less. I see it as, "This gives me the opportunity to prove that I'm more intelligent than Mr. I hv HEART 4U BAYBE!!" And, I laugh.
If you are looking at the world and thinking "Where is the happiness? I want to be happy!" You're looking to the WORLD to make you happy. It's not up to the world to create your happiness. No more than looking to a lottery ticket to make you "A Success". Creation is from within. You create happiness. You create fun. You create drive, ambition, passion, excitement....
If you can't find these things within, then how do you expect to recognize them, without?
Look, I get the whole "The world is a monster." thing. But, don't be a pussy. If you want to be strong, happy, or what-the-fuck-ever....grow a pair of bristly haired, bloody veined, heavy weighing balls, and stop being a puss. Otherwise, you will be perpetually in a cycle of "Oh, woe is me!"
Be the change you want to see.
Bitches.
Your guru in disguise,
Knuckles
I don't think I'm ever going to reach that perfect level of drunk....does that count as a pussy-assed complaint?
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A fistful of fistfuckery....just for you...
The day has come, you're in the office, the hot guy that you've noticed checking you out once or twice has finally started approaching your desk, he has two cups of coffee in his hands. "Hey, I didn't know if you took yours with cream or sugar, so I brought both.". You giggle, and take the coffee, and talk about passing thoughts about office behavior, and then you get a text message; "Hey honey, I changed the oil in your car yesterday because it was running low, and put air in your tires, did you notice it running any smoother?" You ignore it for now, and go back to the hot guy standing in front of you.
RED FLAG!!!
Look ladies, I of all people know that there is plenty of sweater meat in society. Hell, while living in L.A., there were more hot chicks than my whiplashed neck allowed me to look at, but one thing we've lost touch is....the effort a person that truly loves you, makes.
And, sadly, manly men...have a harder time expressing such emotion to you, that you seem to bypass such actions as 'non-efforts' or rudimentary.
Example: (let's go back a few years) You're in high school, and there's a guy that has noticed you from afar for the last two years. He has asked your friends what your favorite music is, and what groups and songs you like from each. He then proceeds to make you a mix tape. In the music world, this guy would be known for doing R&D. Here, it's a crush.
You're talking to Captain McRoid, the quarterback from the football team. "Yeah, I took state last year, but I think if I'm going to go pro, I need to step my game up." "That's interest..." "Hey, excuse me, I have been waiting to find a time when you're alone, but you seem to be always surrounded by someone, so...I just wanted to give this to you, and say I made it for you." "Thanks." "So, McRoid...what were you saying?"
Yes, it's extreme...but, it leads to bad behavior....like....pushing a girl in high school for a dude, usually leads to a wife beater in the future. Lack of acknowledgment of overwhelming actions, can lead to the demise of effort on the others behalf, lack of interest from your side, and even worse....you not being able to ever be satisfied by anothers actions.
Your significant other changed your oil, because he wants you safe. He wants you to be able to come home to him nightly, to the comfort of his arms. He watches action movies and imagines protecting you like Jason Statham, or Sylvester Stallone, and so when he gets done watching those, he starts telling you about the only fight he's ever been in, because he wants you to feel that he's your heroine, and you're his princess. He jerks off to porn...as odd as this one sounds for you ladies, because he doesn't want to be like the multitude of men out in this world that cheat on their wives by anything that moves. He tugs one out, so that he's not tempted to leave the woman he loves, by his damn 'other brain' outweighing his heartfelt one.
We men....we are an odd bunch, I'll give you that...we do some dumb shit, and sometimes admit to it, but moreso than that...we do a lot of dumb shit in your name. We act macho, to get your attention, to be your Alpha...we download a song illegally off the internet, because we want to show you, "I'd go to jail for you.", and we do some off the wall shit...to try and prevent McRoid from garnishing your attention.
Which means more to you, the guy that opens the door, or the super hot guy on the other side that says "Damn, you look hot!"....words....words are easy....efforts, efforts are what set us aside from others.
So, ladies, the next time you're in a situation where a man does something for you (unless you paid him for it), think and rethink where this is coming from. Think about how much time and effort he put into it, and think about what kind of response he's looking for, because if you start pushing his efforts aside as simple 'tasks', then he'll find someone that will appreciate the effort he puts forth.
This also goes vice versa...girls going to action flicks with their man...going to Hooters to watch UFC...watching Sunday and Monday Night Football....men need to pay attention too.
Well, that summarizes that....and so, the next time your man talks of tugging one out...don't go to the chick thought, "Is he tired of having sex with me? Is he attracted to all those girls on the internet?" No, he wants to stay faithful to you...and, that's his way of showing you so.
Tuggingly yours,
Johnny
RED FLAG!!!
Look ladies, I of all people know that there is plenty of sweater meat in society. Hell, while living in L.A., there were more hot chicks than my whiplashed neck allowed me to look at, but one thing we've lost touch is....the effort a person that truly loves you, makes.
And, sadly, manly men...have a harder time expressing such emotion to you, that you seem to bypass such actions as 'non-efforts' or rudimentary.
Example: (let's go back a few years) You're in high school, and there's a guy that has noticed you from afar for the last two years. He has asked your friends what your favorite music is, and what groups and songs you like from each. He then proceeds to make you a mix tape. In the music world, this guy would be known for doing R&D. Here, it's a crush.
You're talking to Captain McRoid, the quarterback from the football team. "Yeah, I took state last year, but I think if I'm going to go pro, I need to step my game up." "That's interest..." "Hey, excuse me, I have been waiting to find a time when you're alone, but you seem to be always surrounded by someone, so...I just wanted to give this to you, and say I made it for you." "Thanks." "So, McRoid...what were you saying?"
Yes, it's extreme...but, it leads to bad behavior....like....pushing a girl in high school for a dude, usually leads to a wife beater in the future. Lack of acknowledgment of overwhelming actions, can lead to the demise of effort on the others behalf, lack of interest from your side, and even worse....you not being able to ever be satisfied by anothers actions.
Your significant other changed your oil, because he wants you safe. He wants you to be able to come home to him nightly, to the comfort of his arms. He watches action movies and imagines protecting you like Jason Statham, or Sylvester Stallone, and so when he gets done watching those, he starts telling you about the only fight he's ever been in, because he wants you to feel that he's your heroine, and you're his princess. He jerks off to porn...as odd as this one sounds for you ladies, because he doesn't want to be like the multitude of men out in this world that cheat on their wives by anything that moves. He tugs one out, so that he's not tempted to leave the woman he loves, by his damn 'other brain' outweighing his heartfelt one.
We men....we are an odd bunch, I'll give you that...we do some dumb shit, and sometimes admit to it, but moreso than that...we do a lot of dumb shit in your name. We act macho, to get your attention, to be your Alpha...we download a song illegally off the internet, because we want to show you, "I'd go to jail for you.", and we do some off the wall shit...to try and prevent McRoid from garnishing your attention.
Which means more to you, the guy that opens the door, or the super hot guy on the other side that says "Damn, you look hot!"....words....words are easy....efforts, efforts are what set us aside from others.
So, ladies, the next time you're in a situation where a man does something for you (unless you paid him for it), think and rethink where this is coming from. Think about how much time and effort he put into it, and think about what kind of response he's looking for, because if you start pushing his efforts aside as simple 'tasks', then he'll find someone that will appreciate the effort he puts forth.
This also goes vice versa...girls going to action flicks with their man...going to Hooters to watch UFC...watching Sunday and Monday Night Football....men need to pay attention too.
Well, that summarizes that....and so, the next time your man talks of tugging one out...don't go to the chick thought, "Is he tired of having sex with me? Is he attracted to all those girls on the internet?" No, he wants to stay faithful to you...and, that's his way of showing you so.
Tuggingly yours,
Johnny
Friday, September 17, 2010
Stockholders of our lives...
Welcome back to my world folks. I am about 2 cups of coffee short of something profound today, but I am going to drop a steaming pile of love on your chest regardless.
Investments. Withdrawals. Interest. Value. Trading.
These are all words that I'm assuming you all have heard a million times over, when connecting them to the Stock Market.
Yet, we also find ourselves needing these same words in our daily relationships with friends, partners, loved ones in general.
I'll go in order so no one gets lost.
The first one is a key. We invest our time, money, emotions, passions, and dreams in others all the time. We take something that is of value to us, and we place it in the hands of another, to see if they water it to make it grow, stare at it like "What the fuck do you want me to do with this?", or just throw it away in general. We give these things to people to see what the person thinks of us. We invest all of ourselves into others in hopes that the person on the receiving end will help us grow into a better person.
Which brings me to the next point...withdrawals are made more than investments in today's society. We tend to ask for more than we want to give. When a friend needs help moving a couch, and they call on you, most people hesitate and flounder at the fact that they have to get out of their routine, to do some fruitless effort. Even if it's on the smallest scale of "Sure." Sure, is one of those noncommittal words I can't stand. "Do you want to come over and play the new Xbox game with me?" "Sure." As if to say, "You're not reaaally worth it, but I'll do it anyhow, because I have nothing better to do." Sure, Sorry, Thanks, -Welcome...all passive words that show lack of interest. "Thank you." "You're welcome." "I'm sorry." "YES!!" Those are words of someone that if they need to make a withdrawal from the Love Bank, that they want to hear from the other party. We need these withdrawals to see who truly cares in our time of need, versus, who truly could give two fucks about us.
Interest...one of my favorite parts. When you put money in your savings account, it begins to gain interest. Meaning, you have the original value of what you placed in there, and for you being such an intelligent investor, you now get 'free money' for being so wise. Such is also how we find our friends, family, and loved ones. We all have that friend that has been around soooo long, that if they call for anything, you jump out of your seat to be by their side. Why is that? Because the tiny investments that they've made over the years sat in your heart, and in your head and gained interest. The tiny day-to-day efforts that they've made on your behalf have sat with you so well, that an ordinary love, has become extraordinary. The more interest a relationship has, the more value you put on it. It's such a rare thing nowadays to see these kinds of relationships. People no longer see the interest growing, they just want to keep depositing, and keep depositing, and if you don't deposit....then, they think you're not investing. Sometimes it's not about the amount, it's about the quality of what you're gaining interest on. The interest is what creates the long lasting bond. The one that can't be broken, come rain or snow....which ties directly into the Value portion of what I was speaking about.
We place value upon EVERYTHING!! Possessions, friends, love, intelligence, phone service, food....you name it, we put a value on it. The image of the value in our heads, is always different than that of the person standing next to you. In other words...one man's trash, could be another man's treasure. Take love for instance. I have seen NUMEROUS relationships fall apart, because one half of the relationship didn't feel the other half was living up to their idea of "the perfect relationship". This is the other persons value of you. You could be the Crown Prince of Awesome to someone else, but to that person, you are dropping the ball. It could be in a department that they needed more value in, but you didn't have any more to invest. So, what ultimately happens, is you withdraw what you've already invested in that person, because you see you have no more value there, and you begin to look at other banks to deposit your goods in. We are all valuable. Each and every single one of us. From the crackhead junkie on the street, to the President of the United States. We all have value. It's just that, others around us are the ones that place that value upon us.
Which, brings me to my final term....Trading.
We all know what trading is from the time we're kids in kindergarten. My first experience with trading was, this other kid had this REALLY cool Swiss Army Knife...and all I had were 20 something G.I. Joe's that were in mint condition. (see where this is going yet?) Well, that shiny new something caught my eye so much, that I no longer saw the value in my G.I. Joe collection, and I knew I wanted that knife. So, we made the trade. He got my toys, and I got his knife. I played with the file, the scissors, , the magnifying glass and finally, the toothpick..."OH! This toothpick would make a cool sword for Snake Eyes!.....oh, wait...I don't have Snake Eyes anymore." And, then, it sat in. I had made the worst trade ever. I was so used to playing with my toys, that I no longer found them valuable, until I had traded them away to someone else, and then...it was too late.
As a society, we tend to trade all the time. This friend, for that friend. My time for your time. My story for your story. But, the trading that tears us apart is the trading of hearts. We lose value with each time we trade. Why? Because all the interest you gained with that person, is wiped away after you trade, and so you're left with your original worth. The problem is, we age...and our value is the same, but the time runs out. So, we desperately start scrambling to find a replacement bank to deposit our money in, and hope that the interest rate is higher here than it was before. But, then, there's no interest, and so we grab our original value out, and run around again...and again...and again....friends, t.v.'s, cell phone plans, we trade, trade, trade, because we are never content anymore. "I can find something of higher value, that is worth more, but will have a lower interest rate."
We are each our own stockholder. We know we're worth "something", but we don't know how much until someone tells us. The key, is to find someone that tells you how to grow, and puts so much interest in you, that the thought of trading scares THEM...as well as you....or even moreso...the thought of trading never crosses their mind.
So my friends, pay attention to your value, and try not to withdraw more than you invest. For, we are a fragile economy of souls, and moving our value around too much, ultimately leaves us with a loss of value of our original worth. And, no one deserves that. Not when you've invested so much.
But, as with all stock...sometimes you have to take risks, and gamble on what you think will get you the best outcome.
I personally...just want to get my money into a bank, and leave it there.
For some reason....I really want to go watch Wall Street all of a sudden.
And, with my nickel head, and million dollar heart, I bid you all farewell, until the next installment of a Fistful of Fuhgettaboutit...
-Johnny
Investments. Withdrawals. Interest. Value. Trading.
These are all words that I'm assuming you all have heard a million times over, when connecting them to the Stock Market.
Yet, we also find ourselves needing these same words in our daily relationships with friends, partners, loved ones in general.
I'll go in order so no one gets lost.
The first one is a key. We invest our time, money, emotions, passions, and dreams in others all the time. We take something that is of value to us, and we place it in the hands of another, to see if they water it to make it grow, stare at it like "What the fuck do you want me to do with this?", or just throw it away in general. We give these things to people to see what the person thinks of us. We invest all of ourselves into others in hopes that the person on the receiving end will help us grow into a better person.
Which brings me to the next point...withdrawals are made more than investments in today's society. We tend to ask for more than we want to give. When a friend needs help moving a couch, and they call on you, most people hesitate and flounder at the fact that they have to get out of their routine, to do some fruitless effort. Even if it's on the smallest scale of "Sure." Sure, is one of those noncommittal words I can't stand. "Do you want to come over and play the new Xbox game with me?" "Sure." As if to say, "You're not reaaally worth it, but I'll do it anyhow, because I have nothing better to do." Sure, Sorry, Thanks, -Welcome...all passive words that show lack of interest. "Thank you." "You're welcome." "I'm sorry." "YES!!" Those are words of someone that if they need to make a withdrawal from the Love Bank, that they want to hear from the other party. We need these withdrawals to see who truly cares in our time of need, versus, who truly could give two fucks about us.
Interest...one of my favorite parts. When you put money in your savings account, it begins to gain interest. Meaning, you have the original value of what you placed in there, and for you being such an intelligent investor, you now get 'free money' for being so wise. Such is also how we find our friends, family, and loved ones. We all have that friend that has been around soooo long, that if they call for anything, you jump out of your seat to be by their side. Why is that? Because the tiny investments that they've made over the years sat in your heart, and in your head and gained interest. The tiny day-to-day efforts that they've made on your behalf have sat with you so well, that an ordinary love, has become extraordinary. The more interest a relationship has, the more value you put on it. It's such a rare thing nowadays to see these kinds of relationships. People no longer see the interest growing, they just want to keep depositing, and keep depositing, and if you don't deposit....then, they think you're not investing. Sometimes it's not about the amount, it's about the quality of what you're gaining interest on. The interest is what creates the long lasting bond. The one that can't be broken, come rain or snow....which ties directly into the Value portion of what I was speaking about.
We place value upon EVERYTHING!! Possessions, friends, love, intelligence, phone service, food....you name it, we put a value on it. The image of the value in our heads, is always different than that of the person standing next to you. In other words...one man's trash, could be another man's treasure. Take love for instance. I have seen NUMEROUS relationships fall apart, because one half of the relationship didn't feel the other half was living up to their idea of "the perfect relationship". This is the other persons value of you. You could be the Crown Prince of Awesome to someone else, but to that person, you are dropping the ball. It could be in a department that they needed more value in, but you didn't have any more to invest. So, what ultimately happens, is you withdraw what you've already invested in that person, because you see you have no more value there, and you begin to look at other banks to deposit your goods in. We are all valuable. Each and every single one of us. From the crackhead junkie on the street, to the President of the United States. We all have value. It's just that, others around us are the ones that place that value upon us.
Which, brings me to my final term....Trading.
We all know what trading is from the time we're kids in kindergarten. My first experience with trading was, this other kid had this REALLY cool Swiss Army Knife...and all I had were 20 something G.I. Joe's that were in mint condition. (see where this is going yet?) Well, that shiny new something caught my eye so much, that I no longer saw the value in my G.I. Joe collection, and I knew I wanted that knife. So, we made the trade. He got my toys, and I got his knife. I played with the file, the scissors, , the magnifying glass and finally, the toothpick..."OH! This toothpick would make a cool sword for Snake Eyes!.....oh, wait...I don't have Snake Eyes anymore." And, then, it sat in. I had made the worst trade ever. I was so used to playing with my toys, that I no longer found them valuable, until I had traded them away to someone else, and then...it was too late.
As a society, we tend to trade all the time. This friend, for that friend. My time for your time. My story for your story. But, the trading that tears us apart is the trading of hearts. We lose value with each time we trade. Why? Because all the interest you gained with that person, is wiped away after you trade, and so you're left with your original worth. The problem is, we age...and our value is the same, but the time runs out. So, we desperately start scrambling to find a replacement bank to deposit our money in, and hope that the interest rate is higher here than it was before. But, then, there's no interest, and so we grab our original value out, and run around again...and again...and again....friends, t.v.'s, cell phone plans, we trade, trade, trade, because we are never content anymore. "I can find something of higher value, that is worth more, but will have a lower interest rate."
We are each our own stockholder. We know we're worth "something", but we don't know how much until someone tells us. The key, is to find someone that tells you how to grow, and puts so much interest in you, that the thought of trading scares THEM...as well as you....or even moreso...the thought of trading never crosses their mind.
So my friends, pay attention to your value, and try not to withdraw more than you invest. For, we are a fragile economy of souls, and moving our value around too much, ultimately leaves us with a loss of value of our original worth. And, no one deserves that. Not when you've invested so much.
But, as with all stock...sometimes you have to take risks, and gamble on what you think will get you the best outcome.
I personally...just want to get my money into a bank, and leave it there.
For some reason....I really want to go watch Wall Street all of a sudden.
And, with my nickel head, and million dollar heart, I bid you all farewell, until the next installment of a Fistful of Fuhgettaboutit...
-Johnny
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Anti-Social Media....
Welcome to the topic that eats at my soul like Mel Gibson chews a phone line. Social-fucking-Media...in this case, Facebook. I've learned that there are a few good things about it, but more bad things than good.
What is Facebook you ask? It's a website that you go to, to see how much better or worse you're doing than your ex-girlfriend or high school buddy. It's a place where you can write "I NEED COFFEE!!" and 20 little Thumbs Up icons with the word "Like" will pop up underneath it 20 minutes later.
But, mostly, it's a place to reconnect with people that you intentionally lost contact with to begin with.
"JOHNNY!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!" - "Trying to fucking avoid you for the last 20 years....seems I'd make a horrible secret agent."
It boggles my mind that people I went to high school with (minus a select few) want to contact me, when I obviously didn't like them then, and I got the fuck out of my Podunk Town as fast as I could. Not one of these people searched for a number to call me at, or an address to write me for nearly 15 years. Yet, when "We're getting our graduating class back in contact!" is as easy as plugging in a name, and clicking "Send Friend Request" enters the world...then every knucklehead you ran from, all of a sudden wants to see your Photo Albums.
Oddly enough, that isn't the part that irks me the most. Nope, I can deal with Stupid better than most. My big gripe is Religion in Social Media.
Here you have people that you had too many differences with, that you left behind to find friends of similar likeness, posting their ideas, thoughts, and feelings on a daily (sometimes minutely) basis. The friend that befriended you on Facebook that goes to church every Sunday. The friend that came out of the closet in college. The friend that went to war in Iraq. The friend that...
Each went their own path, and created a new existence, a new pack of animals to run with, and a new family circle....but then.....it happens:
"May God bless me today, because I am about to cut the grass, and I want to do it to His liking!"
I know what you're thinking, "He's going to say 'What in the homemade fuck is that shit?!'!!", because I'm an Atheist, aren't you?
No, that isn't what bothers me, it's that, as I've said before...opinions are like assholes...everyone has one.
The part that pisses me off is that it creates a rift, when the opinionated person has to write "Keep that shit to yourself, I don't want your Bible Knockin' bullshit on my Facebook.", and then incites a riot of comments from the Church Going types, to everyone else, ultimately ending in someone being deleted.
I get it all the time. I'm an Atheist-Straight Man-that embraces Gay people and their right to get married-Ethnic Equality-and drinks scotch like it's going to put out a fire, and smokes cigars like they're made of pussy....and so you can imagine the types of comments I get from my posts. Not to mention, I was born without a verbal regulator.
I let my friends be who they are. Muslim, Christian, Baptist, Catholic...Gay, Straight, Little, Fat, Pothead....whatever....it's their life...just don't infringe on others. You see, we weren't MEANT to be friends with hundreds, or thousands of people. We are a PACK animal. Apes, don't have thousands of other apes around them. (mostly because we're a virus on this planet, and we're killing off apes, whales, dolphins...until there are only hundreds of them in existence...look it up). Why? Because that many people in your life isn't necessary. Not only that, but you can't possibly divide your pea brain between that many people. So, it is a place to attack others, as well as befriend them. It's a place to "compare lives", and a place to feel inadequate, or superior. We all have the friend that posts his/her pictures from their travels from around the world in excess. Why? "Because I'm better than you."...that's why.
Granted, you can occasionally find someone (rarely) on Facebook that you normally wouldn't have known without it, that you have similar interests, and you now consider a friend. But, who needs 'em?
Look folks...we're all different...every single one of us. In all my relationships, I celebrated my differences as well as my similarities. You need to keep that spice in your life, but at the same time, we don't need to reconnect with every asshole that we left in our past. That is not living in the present, nor the future. That is trying to hold on to your youth. Something that ticks away with every click of the clock.
Find (in the real world) a select group of friends. Friends that you can talk to for hours on end. Friends that are 75% or above similar to you. Friends you can actually go have a beer with (at a bar, with people....that you can touch), and converse with about whatever your heart desires. Find someone you love the same way.
But, this garbage website is destroying the reality of friendship. It's making people more pretentious, more egomaniacal, and more bandwagony.
I'm going to go have a beer...and check my Mafia Wars...I think I just got an Energy Pack....
Get Fucked Facebook,
Johnny
What is Facebook you ask? It's a website that you go to, to see how much better or worse you're doing than your ex-girlfriend or high school buddy. It's a place where you can write "I NEED COFFEE!!" and 20 little Thumbs Up icons with the word "Like" will pop up underneath it 20 minutes later.
But, mostly, it's a place to reconnect with people that you intentionally lost contact with to begin with.
"JOHNNY!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!" - "Trying to fucking avoid you for the last 20 years....seems I'd make a horrible secret agent."
It boggles my mind that people I went to high school with (minus a select few) want to contact me, when I obviously didn't like them then, and I got the fuck out of my Podunk Town as fast as I could. Not one of these people searched for a number to call me at, or an address to write me for nearly 15 years. Yet, when "We're getting our graduating class back in contact!" is as easy as plugging in a name, and clicking "Send Friend Request" enters the world...then every knucklehead you ran from, all of a sudden wants to see your Photo Albums.
Oddly enough, that isn't the part that irks me the most. Nope, I can deal with Stupid better than most. My big gripe is Religion in Social Media.
Here you have people that you had too many differences with, that you left behind to find friends of similar likeness, posting their ideas, thoughts, and feelings on a daily (sometimes minutely) basis. The friend that befriended you on Facebook that goes to church every Sunday. The friend that came out of the closet in college. The friend that went to war in Iraq. The friend that...
Each went their own path, and created a new existence, a new pack of animals to run with, and a new family circle....but then.....it happens:
"May God bless me today, because I am about to cut the grass, and I want to do it to His liking!"
I know what you're thinking, "He's going to say 'What in the homemade fuck is that shit?!'!!", because I'm an Atheist, aren't you?
No, that isn't what bothers me, it's that, as I've said before...opinions are like assholes...everyone has one.
The part that pisses me off is that it creates a rift, when the opinionated person has to write "Keep that shit to yourself, I don't want your Bible Knockin' bullshit on my Facebook.", and then incites a riot of comments from the Church Going types, to everyone else, ultimately ending in someone being deleted.
I get it all the time. I'm an Atheist-Straight Man-that embraces Gay people and their right to get married-Ethnic Equality-and drinks scotch like it's going to put out a fire, and smokes cigars like they're made of pussy....and so you can imagine the types of comments I get from my posts. Not to mention, I was born without a verbal regulator.
I let my friends be who they are. Muslim, Christian, Baptist, Catholic...Gay, Straight, Little, Fat, Pothead....whatever....it's their life...just don't infringe on others. You see, we weren't MEANT to be friends with hundreds, or thousands of people. We are a PACK animal. Apes, don't have thousands of other apes around them. (mostly because we're a virus on this planet, and we're killing off apes, whales, dolphins...until there are only hundreds of them in existence...look it up). Why? Because that many people in your life isn't necessary. Not only that, but you can't possibly divide your pea brain between that many people. So, it is a place to attack others, as well as befriend them. It's a place to "compare lives", and a place to feel inadequate, or superior. We all have the friend that posts his/her pictures from their travels from around the world in excess. Why? "Because I'm better than you."...that's why.
Granted, you can occasionally find someone (rarely) on Facebook that you normally wouldn't have known without it, that you have similar interests, and you now consider a friend. But, who needs 'em?
Look folks...we're all different...every single one of us. In all my relationships, I celebrated my differences as well as my similarities. You need to keep that spice in your life, but at the same time, we don't need to reconnect with every asshole that we left in our past. That is not living in the present, nor the future. That is trying to hold on to your youth. Something that ticks away with every click of the clock.
Find (in the real world) a select group of friends. Friends that you can talk to for hours on end. Friends that are 75% or above similar to you. Friends you can actually go have a beer with (at a bar, with people....that you can touch), and converse with about whatever your heart desires. Find someone you love the same way.
But, this garbage website is destroying the reality of friendship. It's making people more pretentious, more egomaniacal, and more bandwagony.
I'm going to go have a beer...and check my Mafia Wars...I think I just got an Energy Pack....
Get Fucked Facebook,
Johnny
Friday, July 9, 2010
The Death of an Artform
Hello dear blog, how I've missed you. And, hello readers, I'm sorry for not posting anything in the last few months. Life has been truly chaotic to say the least.
Yet, excuses aside, there is a raging fire burning inside that must come out in the form of words for your eyes to be scorched by.
This fire is from anger, from sadness, from passion and from ambitions that have fallen by the wayside.
The death of the artist world.
After watching the movie BRIGHT STAR, and reliving the life of John Keats, it came to my attention, that we no longer care about art. Not poetry, not paintings, not sculpture, and definitely not acting.
When Transformers can sell billions of dollars, and Bright Star falls flat, you really have to think about our society, and how it perceives art in our age.
Bright Star is the story of John Keats, one of the most brilliant Romantic Poets of all time. He was poor, homeless at times, and fell in love with a well-to-do woman that returned that love for him, but she was scorned by society, by friends and family alike for loving a man, wholeheartedly and passionately, that could not better her life in any way. The movie is so well acted, the story they chose was so well written, and the dialogue is amazing. So, we have art in it's purest form, twofold in this film. The story of John Keats and his poetry, and the film itself. Neither of which, I assume anyone knew about until now.
Now, I understand we have the Daniel Day Lewis' of the acting world that still consider acting an art form and he makes his movies, and then retires to his life of cobbling shoes. That is a man that gets that he has a gift and wants to share it with the world, but wants to feel 'normal' and human when he's not creating a film. But, as a whole, we put more attention into what Lindsay Lohan is doing, rather than checking our local museum to see what art pieces are passing through there.
We have stopped reading books, and we've stopped appreciating the writers themselves. Unless we actively hear about some book being amazing (Harry Potter, The Secret, The Da Vinci Code, etc.) we will not peruse our bookstore looking for what's new and exciting, and then when you do find a friend that does do so, we look at them with amazement, like they're some kind of freak.
It used to be hard to make a living as an artist (still is), but at least the artist was respected. The actor on a stage, the writer that wrote the play, the clothing designer that created the clothes, the artist who painted the backdrop.
We don't care about any of that anymore. It saddens me, and pisses me off at the same time. Art used to be known as "Culturing yourself.". Creating a part of a culture that embraced the artistic value, and the people themselves that were born with a gift.
Now, an actor with a true talent moves to Hollywood (not to be famous, but to act), and gets shoved aside by a Reality Star that's willing to eat dog shit for 15 minutes of fame on a television show that took up a slot where a scripted show should have been.
No, we don't care. We don't care that a man can create music with a piano that touches the soul in a way only likened to a woman softly touching your face. Because it doesn't have Lil Wayne or T Pain in it.
We are a world of commercials. Our attention span is 15 seconds or less. We care more about Ed Hardy than we do Ed Harper.
What happened to the world that used to look up to Broadway as a Masterpiece of art, and saw it as a ritzy and glamorous showcase? What happened to music that was created with instruments, and a voice, and not with a computer? What happened to the writer that used to write books....and not have to write blogs.....What happened to the actor, that used to be able to at least find enough work to survive on, rather than being bombarded with one million people wanting fame and fortune?
What happened to us people? We are on a downward spiral that is destined for nothing good.
Pablo Picasso said: Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
I think the bigger issue is, how to we start caring again?
(i fear, that even this blog will be too long for most people to make it through the whole thing)
Let's take back our world. Let's give ourselves class and sophistication again. Let's support those that bring true value to our world, for each artist paints a landscape with his own talent, and it's up to us to find an outlet that can be appreciated by more than just ourselves.
The world would be a much better place, if we would cherish, and hold close, those things that truly have substance, and stop looking for the 'quick fix'.
Appreciatively yours,
Johnny
Yet, excuses aside, there is a raging fire burning inside that must come out in the form of words for your eyes to be scorched by.
This fire is from anger, from sadness, from passion and from ambitions that have fallen by the wayside.
The death of the artist world.
After watching the movie BRIGHT STAR, and reliving the life of John Keats, it came to my attention, that we no longer care about art. Not poetry, not paintings, not sculpture, and definitely not acting.
When Transformers can sell billions of dollars, and Bright Star falls flat, you really have to think about our society, and how it perceives art in our age.
Bright Star is the story of John Keats, one of the most brilliant Romantic Poets of all time. He was poor, homeless at times, and fell in love with a well-to-do woman that returned that love for him, but she was scorned by society, by friends and family alike for loving a man, wholeheartedly and passionately, that could not better her life in any way. The movie is so well acted, the story they chose was so well written, and the dialogue is amazing. So, we have art in it's purest form, twofold in this film. The story of John Keats and his poetry, and the film itself. Neither of which, I assume anyone knew about until now.
Now, I understand we have the Daniel Day Lewis' of the acting world that still consider acting an art form and he makes his movies, and then retires to his life of cobbling shoes. That is a man that gets that he has a gift and wants to share it with the world, but wants to feel 'normal' and human when he's not creating a film. But, as a whole, we put more attention into what Lindsay Lohan is doing, rather than checking our local museum to see what art pieces are passing through there.
We have stopped reading books, and we've stopped appreciating the writers themselves. Unless we actively hear about some book being amazing (Harry Potter, The Secret, The Da Vinci Code, etc.) we will not peruse our bookstore looking for what's new and exciting, and then when you do find a friend that does do so, we look at them with amazement, like they're some kind of freak.
It used to be hard to make a living as an artist (still is), but at least the artist was respected. The actor on a stage, the writer that wrote the play, the clothing designer that created the clothes, the artist who painted the backdrop.
We don't care about any of that anymore. It saddens me, and pisses me off at the same time. Art used to be known as "Culturing yourself.". Creating a part of a culture that embraced the artistic value, and the people themselves that were born with a gift.
Now, an actor with a true talent moves to Hollywood (not to be famous, but to act), and gets shoved aside by a Reality Star that's willing to eat dog shit for 15 minutes of fame on a television show that took up a slot where a scripted show should have been.
No, we don't care. We don't care that a man can create music with a piano that touches the soul in a way only likened to a woman softly touching your face. Because it doesn't have Lil Wayne or T Pain in it.
We are a world of commercials. Our attention span is 15 seconds or less. We care more about Ed Hardy than we do Ed Harper.
What happened to the world that used to look up to Broadway as a Masterpiece of art, and saw it as a ritzy and glamorous showcase? What happened to music that was created with instruments, and a voice, and not with a computer? What happened to the writer that used to write books....and not have to write blogs.....What happened to the actor, that used to be able to at least find enough work to survive on, rather than being bombarded with one million people wanting fame and fortune?
What happened to us people? We are on a downward spiral that is destined for nothing good.
Pablo Picasso said: Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
I think the bigger issue is, how to we start caring again?
(i fear, that even this blog will be too long for most people to make it through the whole thing)
Let's take back our world. Let's give ourselves class and sophistication again. Let's support those that bring true value to our world, for each artist paints a landscape with his own talent, and it's up to us to find an outlet that can be appreciated by more than just ourselves.
The world would be a much better place, if we would cherish, and hold close, those things that truly have substance, and stop looking for the 'quick fix'.
Appreciatively yours,
Johnny
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